so. life has really been (insert some random adjective here) lately.

to begin, i honestly made so much money at work this weekend that its like, UNFAIR. i made 450 bucks in four shifts, which honestly RULES and i’m so content, which is especially surprising bc this time last week i couldn’t get out of bed, so i definitely was NOT in the shape to go to work. and i’m happy because i’m going to try to be mature and not spend money as compulsively as i ALWAYS do. and giving up buying clothes for lent should also help.

unfortunately, the weekend also kind of sucked. and i usually don’t write substantial things in here, but whatever.

on friday night after work, dan, phil and i were heading from my house to friendly’s to go eat dinner at friendly’s to visit court. going around the turn around to leave, dan almost ran over a cat. not to get sidetracked, but i feel REALLY passionately about animals. EXTREMELY. not to the point where i’m a vegetarian and won’t eat anything w/ a smile, but i get really emotionally disturbed when i’m in situations where animals are in trouble or could be harmed. nonetheless, if there’s a dog walking on the side of the road, i’m the girl who will get out of the car and check for tags and make sure the dog isn’t lost. i’d seriously knock on doors if need be. anyway, back to the story. dan almost ran over a cat, so automatically, i throw open the door to make sure the cat is okay. it was late, but we saw the cat was just sitting there. i went up to the cat, which had no tags, and from my angle, he looked okay, but as soon as i walked up, it started screaming. dan and phil saw that the cat was really hurt, its leg was pretty much hanging off, and its tail looked flat and broken. i went to go look at the cat, and when i did, it came closer to me, leg HANGING off, just trying to get comfort, and screaming in pain. it’s blood was all over the road, and puss was coming out of its leg. people honestly drove past us, not even asking if everything was alright. (number 1 reason why people make me want to be sick) we ran to my house to grab a box, and ran the cat to the pet hospital, honestly FIVE minutes before they closed. on the way there, i was trying to calm it, telling it what a good job it was doing (since dan was driving like a nutso) and it just sat, and rested its head on my arm. i walked in, crying because i couldnt understand what happened to this cat, and why so many people drove past us, and probably by/over the cat, and couldn’t just be humane enough to do something. this cat was begging for attention, but instead probably got ran over multiple times, and was ignored. anyway, a specialist looked at the cat, and said it was severely underweight, had an extremely low body temperature, got its leg ripped apart and bit by some kind of animal, and had ulcers all over its stomach due to being malnourished. which really actually sounds like, someone had the cat, decided to make it an ‘outdoor’ cat, threw it outside, and forced it to TRY to fend for itself, rather starving it, and putting it in a position to be brutally attacked by another animal. and although she said it had a slim chance of survival, i still prayed that this four year old cat would make it through, because i wouldn’t have taken the selfish and horrible way out, and i would have taken care of it, and made sure it was healthy and appreciated. instead, the cat died because it was so far gone, so malnourished, so small, and so brutally ripped apart, that it could no longer fight anymore.

i am extremely sickened by this. and whoever did this to their cat, i hope they don’t get sick of their kids. they’ll just disregard them, too.

other than that, things are okay, but whew. what a mood ruiner.

i’m frustrated that i worked a double yesterday, aka the day where it was 70 degrees out, but i know spring will be coming soon. springing forward made me seriously EXHAUSTED. and mom’s making pasta for dinner and i’m excited! i’m also wearing tiffany’s earrings bc i’m a stuck up brat. bye. :0)